which I just think maybe are the closest the book comes just to pure beauty.

我认为这可能是本书中最接近纯粹之美的地方
On page 152--oh, and by the way, this book was written on road trips.

一百五十二页顺便提一下这本书写于公路旅行途中
Nabokov's wife, Vera, drove him on thousands of miles of trips

纳博科夫的妻子维拉载着他环绕全国走了好几千公里路
around the country while he was writing this novel and hunting butterflies,

在路上他一面写小说一面捕蝴蝶
so think about that-- but here is 152, evocation of the landscape:

可以想象一下再看一百五十二页对风景的回想
By a paradox of pictorial thought, the average lowland North

按照图画思想的悖论当我第一次看到北美乡村的大片低地时
American countryside had at first seemed to me something I accepted

我惊奇于这如同之前某种
with a shock of amused recognition,

可笑的认知
because of those painted oil cloths which were imported from America

因为那些旧时从美国进口的彩绘油布
in the old days to be hung above washstands in central European nurseries,

就挂在中欧地区育婴室脸盆架的上方
and which fascinated a drowsy child at bedtime with the rustic green

油布上那土气的绿色描绘的景色深深吸引着昏昏欲睡的小孩子
views they depicted: opaque, curly trees, a barn, cattle, a brook,

不透光的卷曲的树谷仓家畜小溪